Conscience (The Bellator Saga Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d vary her responses. She ran over them in her head, spoke them robotically, didn’t make eye contact. I don’t know anything. Leave me alone. I’m not talking. They tried at first. Put a chair in the middle of the room. Cuffed her hands tightly behind her back, until she could barely feel her hands. But the lack of circulation and the passive injuries weren’t enough. They’d smack her around a little too. And she’d say the same thing, over and over, until they left. Sometimes it took hours, sometimes it took minutes. They did it maybe half a dozen times before giving up. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have nothing to tell you. Let me be. After that they didn’t push it. The damage had been done. Her arms had been bent at an almost unbearable angle behind her back as they stared down at her, demanding answers. She rubbed her wrists raw every time they cuffed her.
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